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when she’d emerged from her bath. The smell of the stranger.
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    But she didn’t notice a thing, not until she turned on the overhead kitchen lights and found her eyes focusing on the half-naked male form standing beside the center island.
    “Care for a snack?”

    Logan wanted to make a snack out of her.
    He stifled the urge to bare his teeth and inhale deeply, since it wasn’t precisely the polite thing to do, but damn he wanted to. There was something about her scent…something indefinable and elusive.
    Either that, or he had a cold.
    “What are you doing here?”
    Okay, not exactly the hey-sailor-buy-me-a-drink he’d been hoping for, but he figured that might be pushing things a tad.
    “I got hungry. The diner in town’s not bad, but their idea of all you can eat and mine aren’t precisely the same.” He held up a chunk of the sirloin he’d been munching. “Your housekeeper told me to help myself.”
    “She’s my cousin. And she should have told you to help yourself to the opposite side of the front door.”
    He watched her cross her arms over her chest, figuring it gave him the prefect excuse to stare at her breasts without being caught staring at her breasts.
    How was that for smooth? “Ironically enough, she decided to go with the whole polite thing. She put me in a guestroom overlooking the woods. Private bath.
    Pretty homey.”
    “Really, and did she leave a mint on your pillow?”
    “Chocolate. I had it before I came downstairs.” She rolled her eyes and stalked past him toward the refrigerator. “I’m surprised you didn’t just call up for room service.” 33

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    Logan seized the opportunity to reevaluate the ass he’d been so struck by earlier. He almost choked on the beef. Lord, but it looked even better than the last time he’d seen it.
    He quickly finished swallowing and shook his head in amazement. He still didn’t quite get why he found this woman so compelling. She pretty much defined “not his type.” Dark-haired and dark-eyed, she should have had dusky, tanned or olive skin. Instead, her complexion looked pale and milky and perfect, especially in the silver light of the waxing moon that had illuminated the kitchen before she’d turned on the lights.
    She’d looked like a shadow as she slipped through the dark house. Her form, slender and tallish, looked almost too delicate to be Lupine. He was used to woman of his species being sturdy and athletic, but this girl looked as if a good strong handshake might do her an injury. Her cousin had certainly seemed convinced that Honor could hold her own as alpha, but Logan found himself even more skeptical after meeting her. Somehow, he could not picture this woman facing an alpha challenge, let alone winning one. Or three, as Joey had told him. Just this week. It boggled his mind.
    Of course, part of that might have had something to do with the fact that he could picture a whole lot more appealing things to do with her than fight, once he got his hands on her.
    She slapped a plastic container down on the island and peeled off the lid, reaching inside for a bite-sized piece of pork. “So what time are you leaving in the morning?”
    The pointed question made him smile. He had to give her points for effort.
    “About a week from next Tuesday, I figure. If everything goes smoothly.”
    “Perhaps I’m not making myself clear, but you really aren’t welcome here. I want you gone. Now.”
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    “No, I actually think that’s pretty clear. The problem is that what you want really isn’t the issue. For the past three hundred years, the White Paw Clan has been swearing fealty to the Silverback alpha. That makes your clan his responsibility, and from where Graham Winters stands, there are two things that could happen here.” He ignored her glare and stole a piece of her pork, more to keep his hands occupied with something other than her breasts than because he was still hungry. “Either